A small team of Cruz Knights climbed down the steep glacial cliff and slowly approached Yoakam's body. The body was nailed to the ground in a strange posture by the huge impact of the arrow. The undead had long since died, its eye sockets were dark and its soul flame had been extinguished.
The leading Knight could not help but let out a long sigh of relief. His warm breath weaved into a thin white mist in the cold canyon and quickly blended into the surrounding icy mist.
The wolves had long retreated, and there were still some wolf corpses left around, stained with blood, and broken arrows all over the ground. The canyon was eerily quiet. He should have reported immediately after confirming Yoakam's death, but this strange silence made him look around again.
In a trance, he seemed to see something standing in the depths of the canyon. A beast the size of a pony stood behind the mist, its hair moving without wind.
He jumped in fright and looked over, only to find that there was nothing there. The beast he thought was just the mist floating in the deep canyon, but even so, the Knight could not help but break out in a cold sweat.
After the short ambush, the canyon fell into this strange atmosphere. The current situation seemed to be more terrible than when they were still being chased by the wolves. The captain of the Knight took a deep breath and seemed to be ready to stabilize his emotions. He was a member of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment, one of the best of the younger generation of Cruz. It would be too embarrassing to be frightened by a quiet canyon.
But just as he was about to let out a breath, he realized that something seemed to be wrong around him.
"Cap … Captain …"
A stammering voice sounded behind him. It was the voice of his subordinate. The Knight suddenly looked up, and unknowingly, a pair of cold, yellow eyes had appeared in front of him.
… …
"Wol-!"
Little Pero, Brund, and Maynild, everyone was silently waiting for the reassuring news from below, but what they waited for was a scream of panic.
"Clack –" With a soft sound, a silver-maned monster jumped down from somewhere and landed in front of everyone. It was the Pale Son. The anxiety and uneasiness in Freya's heart seemed to have become reality in an instant.
Everyone knew that Yoakam was driving the Winter Wolf forward, and it was the silver monster who was controlling the Pale Son.
Two, three, one after another, the monsters fell from above and landed around the Kirrlutzian Knights. They did not make any threatening growls, nor did they advance prematurely. They just surrounded them, raised their heads, and stared at the humans with cold eyes.
Those eyes were full of wisdom that should not belong to a beast, but it was precisely because of this that they felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
Freya was the first to react. She raised her head, her light brown pupils shrinking slightly against the morning sun. Sure enough, she saw a few white figures appearing at the top of the glacier that was reflecting the light.
Unknowingly, these Pale Sons had already run above them. In other words, when they were still full of confidence in ambushing Yoakam, these monsters had already begun their encirclement.
How could this be?
Since the second half of last night, these Pale Sons and the silver monster had not appeared again. Everyone believed that they had separated from Yoakam, but now it seemed that they had arrived here first.
The girl from Bucce felt a chill in her heart. Could it be that the Folded Sword Knight Regiment lied to her? But what good would it do them?
She shook her head hard to throw this ridiculous idea out of her mind. The Cruz people were in the same boat as her at the moment, so it was unlikely that they would lie about this issue. That is to say, their scouts really did not see the Pale Son behind the Winter Wolf.
She couldn't help but look at Brund. Brund's face was also green and white. Apparently, he also thought of this. After Anika's death, he was the captain of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment's scout team, and now it was obvious that there was a mistake in his work.
"Black Blade." Brund growled angrily.
"Captain, it's not my fault. I swear in the name of the Flame King that I never saw a Pale Son among the Winter Wolves … except for the four around Yoakam." The Knight who was named explained in a low voice with an aggrieved look on his face.
"It's not his fault," Freya saw the reaction of the two and breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly stopped the quarrel in a low voice, "These monsters have already circled above us, which means that they should have at least arrived before Yoakam. But it doesn't make sense. In that case, why would they just watch Yoakam die?"
"I don't know. Maybe the silver monster has a conflict with Yoakam." Alea pressed his wound and stared at the monsters surrounding them. He shrugged.
This was one of the possibilities, but Freya instinctively felt that this was not the truth of the matter.
"Monsters, there are so many of them!" Shouts came from far below the canyon, "Little Pero, Brund, Commander, be careful, they're coming for you!"
Then came the sound of fierce fighting, the sounds of people and beasts fighting intertwined.
All the Kirrlutzians in the front row subconsciously raised the swords in their hands. The long swords shone brightly in the cold air, confronting the white teeth of the giant demonic wolf not far away.
The next moment, there was a sudden scream from the crowd. Everyone turned their heads, only to see that a Pale Son had come among them at some point, biting off the arm of a Knight with a folded sword.
The Knight clutched the bloody broken arm and stabbed the Pale Son in the left eye with a backhand. The latter also let out a whine and hurriedly retreated.
The Knight next to him stepped forward to protect his companion.
"Be careful, they have invisibility spells!" The Knight with the broken arm gritted his teeth and shouted.
Everyone's expression changed.
"Pay attention to your surroundings!" Freya shouted. She remembered the tactics of the invisible ghosts she had seen in the forest and instinctively felt that the fighting style of these invisible monsters might be the same.
Sure enough, a giant beast suddenly appeared on her left. It was like a flowing transparent liquid in the air, opening its huge mouth and biting at her.
But before it could bite, a blue light appeared on Freya's armor, blocking the fangs out of the light wall.
"Half-body Armor of the Wind Empress!" Brund let out a low cry.
At this time, Maynild had already taken a step forward and stabbed her sword into the throat of the stunned beast. Ever since she met the Crystal Stag with Brando that night, with the help of the Raw Stone of Strength, her progress had also improved by leaps and bounds. The golden flames burned fiercely in her body, and the luster of Elemental Strength was about to be born. And this sword was worthy of the female Knight's rapid progress during this period of time. The tip of the sword flashed with a faint black light that was difficult for outsiders to detect. It broke through the dark magic protection around the Pale Son's body and pierced the monster's throat.
The giant wolf didn't seem to think that it would die so easily. It struggled for a moment and then fell down with a crash.
"This is the armor he gave you," Maynild said as she pulled the long sword out of the giant wolf's mouth and wiped it on the silver mane.
"Yes …"
"Although the Half-body Armor of the Wind Empress is a standard armor, it has been passed down for generations and is still priceless. It seems that he cares a lot about you." Maynild answered pointedly. She glanced at Freya, and the meaningful look in her eyes made the latter's heart pound.
Freya sighed softly. If it wasn't for the Half-body Armor of the Wind Empress, the giant wolf's bite would have bitten her entire right shoulder, shoulder blade, and chest. She could almost imagine the coldness of the sharp teeth piercing through her body. She would have died without a doubt.
Brando had saved her again. She couldn't even count how many times she had owed him. This was the first time she had owed him a favor.
She gripped the sword in her hand and came back to her senses. She turned her head away, trying her best to avoid looking at her senior's strange gaze. She felt that there seemed to be some other meaning behind it, and she didn't know how to answer.
At this time, the Knight and the Pale Sons were already fighting. The Pale Sons' surprise attack caused Cruz's people to suffer heavy losses, but it had to be said that it was thanks to Freya's previous reminder. Otherwise, the current situation would not be as simple as just heavy losses.
However, even so, the Folded Sword Knights were still scattered by the sudden appearance of the monsters. The Pale Sons that appeared from the invisibility spell seemed to be pouring out from all directions. These winter nightmares were not as weak and easily bullied as their close relatives. As Dusk species, even after a thousand years of decline, they still retained at least the strength of a peak Silver to early Gold rank. The Cruz Knight immediately fell into a bitter battle against these troublesome opponents.
Or rather, it was somewhat inappropriate to say that it was a bitter battle, because from the beginning, the young Folded Sword Knights were retreating in defeat and gradually lost their organization and connection. Freya was separated from Maynild, and soon only Alea and Brund were left by her side. Even little Pero was nowhere to be seen.
"Commander, which direction should we break through?" Alea asked with narrowed eyes.
Freya shook her head. The only choice they had at present was to move closer to the center of the canyon and see if they could gather others there.
"I still haven't figured out where these damn things came from." Brund couldn't help but curse, "Black Blade can't be wrong, and if the silver monster was close to us, how could it just watch Yoakam die? Even if they have a conflict, it would be easy for it to kill us. Why would it play this game of hide-and-seek with us? "
"I heard that cats have a habit of teasing mice." Alea replied.
"It's not a cat, and we're not mice." Brund retorted angrily.
Freya listened to the conversation between the two and frowned. She was thinking the same thing. She raised her head and carefully observed the smooth fracture at the top of the glacier. From time to time, Pale Sons jumped down from it and landed in the middle of the crowd.
Seeing this scene, she suddenly shuddered and thought of something.
"Brund, do you remember the direction where those giant wolves came from?"
"Commander, they came from above the glacier, it's obvious."
"No, I mean last night."
Brund's expression changed, "In the forest, they came from the forest."
"They can't inhabit the forest. The forest is the territory of the Winter Wolves, and the two kinds of wolves can't live together. If there's such a glacier behind the forest … … "
"Wait, Commander, you mean … …?" Brund also reacted at once.
"I remember Brando often told some legends about the Deadly Frost Forest. In the center of the forest is a huge maze, which is the Holy Temple of the Hibernator of Milos, the God of the Frost Giants. I suddenly remembered that this is not a glacier, but the outer wall of the Holy Temple of the Hibernator … …"
"These monsters … … came from inside the temple."
"What!?" Alea finally heard the conversation between the two, "You mean, these monsters live here? This is their lair? " This news that others couldn't help but frown when they heard it, sounded very happy to him, "Commander, you mean that the monsters we see in front of us didn't arrive here first, but they are wild, so they have nothing to do with the silver monster?"
It sounded as if he was relieved that he didn't have to deal with the silver monster.
But unfortunately, Freya obviously didn't think so, the premonition in her heart gradually became reality, and at this moment, the chaotic clues in her mind became a thousand times clearer.
She raised her head and looked at the three, "I want to know, if these monsters came from here, then, where did the silver monster come from?"
Brund and Alea's expressions suddenly changed, and even Maynild raised her eyebrows.
And it was at this moment that a sharp laughter interrupted Freya's words.
"As expected of the descendant of the Goddess of War, so sharp."
Freya suddenly widened her eyes and shouted, "Be careful, Brund, behind you!"
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